What the actual fuck

We finally got to Mom's friend's house. I've seen her in pictures a couple times. I think she's one of my mom's friends from college, but I guess they go way back.
She was standing on the porch waiting for us, and before I'd even gotten out of the car and stretched my legs, the atmosphere felt weird. Wrong, like the sky was turning green and the grass was turning blue, or like looking at a picture of a meadow in spring with all the flowers and shit and realizing that there was someone hanging from one of the trees.
My mom was almost sobbing as she bolted out of the car. She was all, "oh Kate" and weepy and stuff.
"It's okay, Elaine," Kate said, but it was oddly mechanical. As she awkwardly patted my mom on the back, I noticed a kid hiding behind her legs, like they were shy. My mom must've noticed too, because she crouched down and said, "Hi, sweetheart. I'm your mom's friend, you can call me Elaine."
The kid retreated further behind Kate's leg.
"She's shy," Kate said. But she didn't say it like she was apologizing. It sounded kind of...adoring?
"What a cutie," my mom sniffled. Both of them crouched down again to talk to her, and then she pointed at me. I tried to scrunch down in the car, because the last thing I wanted to do was to have to play with this kid. Her clothes were filthy and  her hair was all greasy and stringy.
"Okay, sweetheart, but be careful. Don't run, you might trip and fall--" Kate fussed over her a little before heading inside with my mom in tow, promising thre kid that she'd keep an eye on her through the window.
The kid turned around to look at me, and I felt my heartbeat race. Something about her...her teeth were dirty, not just kind of yellow but blackened and cracked, her nose almost non-existant and her eyes sunken deep into her skull. She skipped up to me with a smirk on her face, and said, "Are you gonna live with us?"
"No," I said. "We're just visiting."
There was a few seconds of silence, and I tried not to meet her gaze, feeling as though something terrible would happen if I did.
"Your hair looks stupid," she said. "And your clothes are ugly."
"Look who's talking," I said back.
"What's your name?" She singsonged.
"Lin," I said, and grudingly added, "what's yours?"
"I'm not gonna tell youuu, I'm not gonna tell youuu," she chanted, skipping around in a circle before darting back inside.
This is seriously the freakiest kid I have ever met. Kate needs to get her out more or something, and some dental care, too. I'm not going to lie: I hate her. Like, I know it's probably horrible of me to hate a little kid like that. But I've been thinking about it all night and I don't care. She's annoying as fuck and I hate her.
Goddamnit I made this blog to make friends and I spend all my time talking about how I'm surrounded by psychos. I think I smell bacon downstairs. Free bacon if you talk to me? Lin out.